For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.

We know our own story, let people deal with clues.

(The baby sneezed. Wulf jumped as fire shot out of its nostrils and almost singed his leg.) Excuse me. I almost made Dark-Hunter barbecue, which would be really sad ‘cause I ain’t got no barbecue sauce with me. (Simi)

Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.

Written By Gregory Maguire

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